The radio was hypnotized The airwaves in a trance The boys are milling silently Outside the local dance The operator finally Connected up my call The phone boy took the message But he couldn't find a wall
Dear Brian You held us so long To ride on the wave of a song Was part of America When You brought California home A picture in pure vocal tone A hymn celebrating the sea Will leave its impression on me
The tapes are turning old and torn The echo chamber dead The boys don't come round anymore The old recorder said And who knows where the outtakes are That ended on the floor A once forgotten harmony Lying stranded on the shore
Dear Brian The home of the brave Will always be one with your wave There's no one to touch you when You Step in that sand box again To turn on the summer and then You'll ride sunset down to the sea There's thousands more down there like me And we know that's where you wanna be
